What am I, jus' what am I, I
Painted all over the sky
That You might die, that I might live
What am I, what am I
That You might know me, my King
They created you and I
Jus' what am I, what am I
What am I, what am I
And the same hands that created all of this
That I might be called Your child
What a beautiful God
How You hold them in Your hands
What am I, what am I
And what am I
Beautiful colors all around me, oh
That I might be called Your child
What a beautiful God
That You might know me, my King
As I look off into the distance
You know my inner most being, oh
What am I, what am I
Even better than I know, than I know myself
Watching the sun roll on by
And still You know this man
What am I, I, I, what am I
What a beautiful God
What a beautiful God
What am I, what am I, what am I
And what am I
